New chapter! A tad bit short, but hey...an update is an update. Enjoy! (Do review the story if you like it! Let me know! Thank you Darkness Takes Over for the first review!)

Chapter 2: Another Visit

The sudden freezing cold cascade of Christine's shower jolted her out of her dream. She blindly grabbed for the small chrome handles of the shower faucet and hurriedly turned them off, her teeth chattering and skin crawling. Christine rubbed the water off her eyes delicately with the back of her hands and with a breath of anticipation, looked down at her chest. Four knife marks were staring back at her.

With a shriek, Christine jumped and nearly slipped on the wet surface of her small ivory bathtub. Reaching down to clutch the rim of the bathtub and taking a few breaths to try and steady her heart rate, she dared to glance down at the wounds once more. Christine realized that the gashes weren't as bad as she fathomed, and she could easily conceal them with the usual sort of clothes that she wears.

Christine slowly got out of the tub, dripping all over the oak wooden laminate flooring that her parents recently paid to install. She took care to dry herself off carefully around her wound and with a grimace wondered how to cover up the slash marks.

A few hundred band-aids later, Christine crept back into her room, trying not to stir anyone else from their slumber. Sighing as she let the towel slink onto the floor, Christine looked into her full-length mirror at her body. Feeling bashful even when she was the only one in the room, she hurriedly crawled under her crimson flowery down cover and settled herself comfortably with a long sigh. Looking up at the blue-tinged ceiling, it didn't take long for Christine's eyes to droop and close of their own accord, and she returned to a state of slumber…

Christine's eyelids fluttered open to find that she was back in the boiler room that she dreamed of previously. 'Well, the dream that somehow caused me to wake up with four gashes on my body,' snarled the little voice in her head, to which she in response rolled her eyes at. Not like she could do too much about it at this point. Chancing a look at the incompetent job done trying to conceal those marks, Christine was shocked to see that the band-aids weren't the only thing gone. Her covers were as well.

"I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were comin' on to me!" voiced an amused Freddy from deep within the labyrinth of the boiler room. Christine flushed a deep crimson color at finding herself in the same position as when she first popped into Freddy's realm – stark naked.

Remembering that a bit of concentration would aid in the endeavor of covering her body with something, Christine focused on trying to materialize a floor-length nightgown. Squealing with delight when the silky material covered her body, she triumphantly decided to venture out into the maze of leaky pipes and groaning boilers.

Christine tiptoed down the stairs of the catwalk, her fingers lightly but nervously drumming on the rusty railing. She was lucky enough not to encounter Freddy yet, other than his voice of course, but most importantly his nasty metal-leather glove that sliced flesh like butter. Christine brought her left hand to her chest unconsciously as her feet finally touched the cold ground, in stark contrast to the searing atmosphere around her.

Peeking her head out left and right, Christine didn't see anything unusual, so she decided to follow her instincts and go with the right path. Trailing her right hand on the dirty ashen walls for a bit of comfort, Christine willed her heart rate to slow.

'Mind over matter, mind over matter! I can do this without freaking out like some two year old…' This was quickly disproved when a rat rustled by and caused her to cry out. Christine mentally slapped herself before stopping to close her eyes, taking a deep breath and steadying herself.

"I definitely like you better this way. You've got some terrible taste in clothing. Should've just opted to stay with what you came in with." Freddy's nearby lecherous comments jolted Christine out of her thoughts and she hurriedly looked down at what she was now wearing. A lacy red and green brassiere with a matching thong was what she found.

Christine covered her face with her hands, willing the blood from her burning cheeks to go elsewhere.

"What's wrong, dearie?" Freddy inched closer, a mere hand-length from Christine. She could feel his breath on her hands. "No need to be so shy…it's nothin' I ain't seen before!" Freddy's maniacal laughter sent a shiver down her back and Christine dared to peek between her fingers at him.

"Besides, you're flaming HOT!" With those words, flames surrounded the pair. Christine gasped behind her hands, her eyes wide at the blaze that appeared around her. Freddy was still laughing at his little joke when all of the sudden a trickle of water fell on both of their heads. Christine dropped her hands to look up along with the silenced Freddy, curiosity mirrored in their expressions. A few more drops of water dropped on their faces before a torrential downpour of ice cold water doused the two occupants of the boiler room.

Christine woke with a start, finding herself in the comfort of her own ice-cold shower. She blindly grabbed for the small chrome handles of the shower faucet and hurriedly turned them off, her teeth chattering and skin crawling.

Well, didn't that seem familiar?

Christine looked down at her body and to her utter shock, found herself still wearing the obnoxious lacy ensemble that Freddy dreamt up. It didn't quite conceal the knife marks he left on her chest, however.

Clutching her head and wondering if she had momentarily lost her mind, Christine grabbed her towel and hurriedly went to her room. Upon entering, she wormed her way out of the nightwear and hid the wet material underneath her bed with a kick from her foot. Quickly drying herself, Christine climbed underneath the covers and fell asleep with a small smile even before her head hit the pillow.

'Yes, it was all just a dream…'